A month later, at Incheon Airport.

I came to pick up Chaewon with Minho. In my hands, I held a bouquet of sunflowers that Chaewon used to love as a child.

"Over there... isn't that her?"

Minho pointed to where a young woman was standing. It was exactly the person from the photo.

"Chaewon!"

I ran toward her. Chaewon recognized me too and smiled.

"Teacher... hello."

"Chaewon... you're really alive."

I shed tears. Chaewon cried too.

"I... really wanted to meet you too, teacher."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

"Teacher, please don't apologize. The fact that I'm alive is a miracle. And I want to use this miracle meaningfully."

Chaewon seemed mature.

"Please tell me about my mother. The side of her that I can't remember."

In the car, I told her stories about Eunju. The stories I had heard from Jongha, and even stories about people in similar situations I had met at the center.

"Mom was... truly a wonderful person."

"You resemble your mother a lot too."

"In what way?"

"Your desire to help others."

Chaewon smiled.

"Then could I work at the center?"

"Of course. No, you were exactly the person we needed to fill that position."